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She lowered her eyes to look at her hand that was still attached to the IV drip, pale and transparent.
After a long while, she imperceptibly curled her lips into a smile.
Being liked by kind people truly was a wonderful thing.
There were messages from Fo Zi'ang in her WeChat and missed calls, but Yao Qing only felt that she was drowsy and didn't have the energy to clarify and explain things to Zi'ang.
She closed her eyes, planning to take a nap before responding to his messages.
This nap lasted for four or five hours, and when she woke up again, it was the heavy rainstorm outside the window that startled her awake.
It had not rained in Yaocheng for a while, even though it was known as the City of Rain.
The IV in her hand must have been removed by the nurse while she was sleeping; Yao Qing got up from the bed, her body still a bit awkward, but it was much better than the painful sensation of muscle strain she had felt before.
